Boundless

We are all different forms 

projected by our highest selves. 

We are boundless beyond our wildest dreams. 🌈👽💁🏼💫

TrippyNikkiPoetry

My spirit is empty But my heart hurts plenty 

And my footprints scorch the earth

The fool on her quest

I follow the path 

Which eludes all the rest.

The path with no road

It is far more daunting above 

Then it seems to be below.

I hold delusions of a dream

That one day I’ll be queen 

Just as soon as I get past

The sound of my own screams

But oh they ring so beautifully serene

I must find the balance

Of sanity and the insanity it lies between.

But death must occur first

In order for rebirth.

Evolved and Medicated

We are not all blessed with chemical balance. Some of us have injuries that run much deeper than a scraped knee. 
Putting a bandaid over the metaphorical gash in your unbalanced brain does NOT make you any less awake or evolved. 

On the contrary it shows true acceptance of your temporary human form. That you are trying to do your best to find happiness here on this earth.

It is NOT a copeout.

It is NOT weak.

It is brave. It is authentic. And it is true.

-StarseedNikki:)